Freewheelin'

[desperance]

Okay, the terrine's in the oven. This is where it could all go horribly wrong, because - let's be honest, here - I don't have a long history of making terrines (like, one?) and I'm not working from one recipe so much as half a dozen which I'm taking a little of this and a little of that and mungle them all together and see what happens. And I'm not wrapping it in bacon because I did that the last time and it affected the flavours way too much, and I can't get caul fat or fatback, so I'm kinda trusting to my flexible friend and a slathering of duck fat (I felt like an artist, painting it on) and a coffin of tinfoil and let's just hope, shall we...?

Meantime, I think I should probably stop for dinner, and actually I just want to stop for the night now, I feel like I've done lots and it ought to be enough; but if I don't get the desserts ovenised tonight I'll have trouble tomorrow. So, yeah. There will be a late last round. But not just yet.

How can this glass be empty? Nay, worse: how can that bottle be empty? "But why is there no more wine?"

*pours gin*